Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
That made me chuckle.Who Dares Win said:Just like the planets, it depends on her mass except that in this case is the other way around.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Who the f*ck does this sh!t? are these guys around your age? I just can't believe how many chumps fill this world. How can these guys not see what they're doing?apprenticedj said:Take my old oneitis for example.
She had dozens of guys showering her with FB/IG likes, no fewer than 10 text buddies, 5 orbiters bringing her goodies, 2-3 dudes she would ALLOW to take her out places and only 1 she would ****.
Now granted she was hotter than average (probably HB8) so she may have more than most but I think all girls apply the funnel system, larger at the top, smaller at the bottom.
X amount of social media "likers", X amount text buddies, X guys that bring her starbucks and sh*t, X guys that she goes out with and X guys she f*cks.
The number gets lower with every tier.
There's no limit to the amount of desperate beta fvcks out there. I will always be staggered by it.AttackFormation said:Who the f*ck does this sh!t? are these guys around your age? I just can't believe how many chumps fill this world. How can these guys not see what they're doing?
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
What's keeping them this way? shouldn't they wake up... holy sh!t. To be above teenage and do that stuff.LMFAO said:There's no limit to the amount of desperate beta fvcks out there. I will always be staggered by it.
Who Dares Win said:Just like the planets, it depends on her mass except that in this case is the other way around.
I would define what we definte as "satelites" I guess you mean orbiter.
If my that we mean friendzoned guys which turn around her looking for their chance, the more she is attractive the more she has but it also depends about her life habits, work place, places she attends and so on plus her will to keep a guy in her orbit or take him out cause she cant stand him (omegas).
I believe any girl has a main orbiter plus minor ones, possibly any environment is different, gym has X, school has Y and so on.
But keep in mind that orbiters are not exclusive, the same guy could orbit around many girl....guess they also "spin plates from the friendzone".
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.